Horror
Red Moon And Killer Wolves
Red Moon And Killer Wolves Under the red moon the forest changed. Trees leaned as if listening. The wolves came, their fur dark with shadow. They did’nt growl, they did not run. They walked slow, eyes fixed ahead, as though something unseen pulled them forward. In the village a single lamp still burned. A woman stepped outside, looking up at the strange sky. She never saw them reach her. One moment she stood breathing, next the ground drank her silence. The wolves kept moving, leaving nothing behind but blood in the dirt and the heavy pulse of the moon above.
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Fiction
T Comics Presents #3
T COMICS PRESENTS: Von Vultur New York City The Crow's Nest Bar June 13, 1984 10:01 am Jeffrey Gladwell felt oddly good as he was winding his way through a part of the city to a bar he had never heard of before. As good as he was at following the directions and winding his way in the summer heat of a sunny day, he wasn't in his twenties anymore. He was a sixty-year-old man trying to stay relevant enough to keep a job doing what he loved as a reporter. Despite a sudden pep in his step, he was eager to meet an old resourceful contact named William. William had been a source for things of a weird and supernatural nature and occasionally of a more criminal nature as well. With his help, he managed to make something of a living working for various newspapers. Now, times have changed. The paper he's working for now has him doing "kiddie fare" that has more appeal to kids than the adults he was used to dealing with.
By Derrick Billups a day ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Cried Blood
For a hideous, elongated moment, she thought one of the estate kids had broken in and cut off his face. He wore a dry mask of blood and his white pillows were drenched in sticky red. It was only when he moaned and his sealed eyelids began to undulate like boiling pasta parcels, that she screamed with relief and ran to his bedside.
By Matthew Batham3 days ago in Fiction
The Clock That Stopped at Midnight. AI-Generated.
In the quiet town of Ravensbrook stood an old house that everyone avoided. It wasn’t broken or abandoned. In fact, the house looked perfectly normal—white walls, tall windows, and a small garden that somehow stayed alive even though no one ever cared for it.
By Waleed khan3 days ago in Fiction
Someone Keeps Swiping Right on My Dating Profile
I downloaded the dating app two weeks after Valentine’s Day. Not because I was ready to date again. Mostly because my friends wouldn’t stop telling me to “get back out there.” My last relationship ended badly, and February had been miserable enough already.
By V-Ink Stories3 days ago in Fiction
My Girlfriend Wants My Heart for Valentine’s Day
When my girlfriend first said she wanted my heart forever, I laughed. It was Valentine’s season, and she’d been in that overly romantic mood all week—pink candles, heart-shaped cookies, cheesy love songs playing in the apartment while she cooked dinner.
By V-Ink Stories3 days ago in Fiction
